Chapter 17: Perspectives of the Preserved

Morning came with all the promise of a summer day, warm and lovely. Vix awoke in the bed she had made for herself out of the spare blankets she had gotten from Caine. She smiled and snuggled deeper into their warmth.

Glancing over, she saw Caine turn over in his own sleeping roll. Then, yawning and stretching, he sat up. “Good morning,” he said with a smile, seeing her.

“Morning.” Vix blushed a little to think they had slept so near each other the whole night through. She shook herself mentally, telling herself not to be silly. Of course nothing would happen. They still hardly knew each other.

Still, it was getting harder to keep thoughts like those out of her head. ‘What’s the matter with me?’ Vix thought, hiding her grin beneath the blankets.

Caine busied himself making breakfast. Vix got up to help, but he waved her back good-naturedly.

“Are you sure?” she asked.